A great family meal to celebrate nephew Leigh's 21st birthday.
Good food and rather a lot of it, and Mrs H and I decide to pass on dessert, wisely as it turns out.
The rest of the party pair off to share giant chocolate/ice cream/cake desserts. For the most part they are evenly split but Younger Daughter decides her sugars are high enough and dips out after a few spoonfuls.
Elliot is sharing with her, and they decide not to let good food go to waste. Take one for the team, urges Younger Daughter, and 12-year-old Elliot manfully digs in until his spoon strikes glass at the bottom.
Then, within moments, he goes pale like Caspar the Friendly Ghost, begins sweating profusely and retires to the gentleman's cloakroom to be rather ill.
Younger Daughter is racked with guilt, but that doesn't stop her laughing.
Farrah Fawcett died tonight, and the BBC has just confirmed Michael Jackson's departure, too. What a strange night...
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